Photos: Nollywood Actress Dakore Akande Dazzles At Music Meets Runway 2014
Dec 25, 2014 – Pictures: Nigerian Actress Dakore Akande Dazzles At Music Meets Runway 2014
Nollywood actress Dakore Akande was at the 2014’s biggest music and fashion event that held few days ago at the Eko Hotel & Suites in VI Lagos.
Ex-Nollywood actress Caroline Danjuma and other celebrities were also spotted at the event.
See photos below:
Danjuma hubby look like her dad. She has entered one chance bus
I use to think of the same Musa Danjuma has succeeded in tying her down to the marriage. They are not compatible
Dis is a piece dat I saw somwher. 4giv dat I pasted it as a comment. I usd a toy phone dat cnt email, & I cnt visit a cyber cafe nw.
I want as many as posibl ppl 2 read dis & learn. U may publish it as a sepr8 news item on its own. I’ll paste it in 3 or mor parts, bt they r one. Thanks.
MARRIED OR NOT, YOU SHOULD
READ THIS …
“When I got home that night as
my wife served dinner, I held her
hand and said, I’ve got something
to tell you. She sat down and ate
quietly. Again I observed the hurt
in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to
open my mouth. But I had to let
her know what I was thinking. I
want a divorce. I raised the topic
calmly. She didn’t seem to be
annoyed by my words, instead
she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made
her angry. She threw away the
chopsticks and shouted at me,
you are not a man! That night, we
didn’t talk to each other. She was
weeping. I knew she wanted to
find out what had happened to
our marriage. But I could hardly
give her a satisfactory answer;
she had lost my heart to Jane. I
didn’t love her anymore. I just
pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I
drafted a divorce agreement
which stated that she could own
our house, our car, and 30%
stake of my company. She glanced
at it and then tore it into pieces.
The woman who had spent ten
years of her life with me had
become a stranger. I felt sorry for
her wasted time, resources and
energy but I could not take back
what I had said for I loved Jane
so dearly. Finally she cried loudly
in front of me, which was what I
had expected to see. To me her
cry was actually a kind of release.
The idea of divorce which had
obsessed me for several weeks
seemed to be firmer and clearer
now.
The next day, I came back home
very late and found her writing
something at the table. I didn’t
have supper but went straight to
sleep and fell asleep very fast
because I was tired after an
eventful day with Jane. When I
woke up, she was still there at the
table writing. I just did not care
so I turned over and was asleep
again.
In the morning she presented her
divorce conditions: she didn’t
want anything from me, but
needed a month’s notice before
the divorce. She requested that in
that one month we both struggle
to live as normal a life as possible.
Her reasons were simple: our son
had his exams in a month’s time
and she didn’t want to disrupt
him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she
had something more, she asked
me to recall how I had carried her
into out bridal room on our
wedding day. She requested that
every day for the month’s
duration I carry her out of our
bedroom to the front door ever
morning. I thought she was
going crazy. Just to make our last
days together bearable I accepted
her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s
divorce conditions. . She laughed
loudly and thought it was absurd.
No matter what tricks she applies,
she has to face the divorce, she
said scornfully.
(pls chek weda i pasted dis twice)
My wife and I hadn’t had any
body contact since my divorce
intention was explicitly
expressed. So when I carried her
out on the first day, we both
appeared clumsy. Our son
clapped behind us, daddy is
holding mommy in his arms. His
words brought me a sense of
pain. From the bedroom to the
sitting room, then to the door, I
walked over ten meters with her
in my arms. She closed her eyes
and said softly; don’t tell our son
about the divorce. I nodded,
feeling somewhat upset. I put her
down outside the door. She went
to wait for the bus to work. I
drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us
acted much more easily. She
leaned on my chest. I could smell
the fragrance of her blouse. I
realized that I hadn’t looked at
this woman carefully for a long
time. I realized she was not
young any more. There were fine
wrinkles on her face, her hair was
graying! Our marriage had taken
its toll on her. For a minute I
wondered what I had done to
her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted
her up, I felt a sense of intimacy
returning. This was the woman
who had given ten years of her
life to me. On the fifth and sixth
day, I realized that our sense of
intimacy was growing again. I
didn’t tell Jane about this. It
became easier to carry her as the
month slipped by. Perhaps the
everyday workout made me
stronger.
She was choosing what to wear
one morning. She tried on quite a
few dresses but could not find a
suitable one. Then she sighed, all
my dresses have grown bigger. I
suddenly realized that she had
grown so thin, that was the
reason why I could carry her
more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had
buried so much pain and
bitterness in her heart.
Subconsciously I reached out and
touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment
and said, Dad, it’s time to carry
mom out. To him, seeing his
father carrying his mother out
had become an essential part of
his life. My wife gestured to our
son to come closer and hugged
him tightly. I turned my face away
because I was afraid I might
change my mind at this last
minute. I then held her in my
arms, walking from the bedroom,
through the sitting room, to the
hallway. Her hand surrounded my
neck softly and naturally. I held
her body tightly; it was just like
our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight
made me sad. On the last day,
when I held her in my arms I
could hardly move a step. Our son
had gone to school. I held her
tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed
that our life lacked intimacy. I
drove to office…. jumped out of
the car swiftly without locking the
door. I was afraid any delay
would make me change my
mind…I walked upstairs. Jane
opened the door and I said to
her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the
divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and
then touched my forehead. Do
you have a fever? She said. I
moved her hand off my head.
Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce.
My marriage life was boring
probably because she and I didn’t
value the details of our lives, not
because we didn’t love each other
anymore. Now I realize that since
I carried her into my home on our
wedding day I am supposed to
hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake
up. She gave me a loud slap and
then slammed the door and burst
into tears. I walked downstairs
and drove away. At the floral shop
on the way, I ordered a bouquet
of flowers for my wife. The
salesgirl asked me what to write
on the card. I smiled and wrote,
I’ll carry you out every morning
until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home,
flowers in my hands, a smile on
my face, I run up stairs, only to
find my wife in the bed -dead. My
wife had been fighting CANCER
for months and I was so busy
with Jane to even notice. She
knew that she would die soon
and she wanted to save me from
the whatever negative reaction
from our son, in case we push
through with the divorce.— At
least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m
a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are
what really matter in a
relationship. It is not the mansion,
the car, property, the money in
the bank. These create an
environment conducive for
happiness but cannot give
happiness in themselves.
So find time to be your spouse’s
friend and do those little things
for each other that build intimacy.
End…
(@admin, may I ask dat u edit all dis & publish as a seperate news on its own? Sori 4d inconvinience)
@metu – are u in the same problem ? This is Xmas season not marriage – I beg u!
@Grace I totally agree with you. Metu, you should have shared this story on another day. A very lovely story to share though, but you should have been a bit more sensitive towards people trying to just soak up the Christmas atmosphere, people who want to enjoy their turkey meals in peace with very bright yuletide mood.
Please lets be sensitive towards others.
Merry Christmas to everyone and a Happy New year!!! in advance.
Wow what a story! I know where this guy is coming from. @ Grace and Tboy you guys are ****. Though it is Xmas time, but if you don’t have any thing good to say to others, ****.
Tnx @ Vikiegee! I’d thot dat naijagist would publish dis as a sepr8 gist. I thot wrong. Bt no probs.
If only they had given dis story a place of its own, d likes of Tboy & Grace who teach me skewd sensitivity would hav said a beta thing. One word I hav 4 dem is, turn ur TV 2 CNN & tel me if it’s only Chrismas news they hav nw. Ppl shd really learn 2 talk wisely.
@Metu, my dear….Lol. Please don’t let us get things twisted here ….if you have the time u should go back and read my comments. I said your story was lovely. But I was enjoying my Christmas meal-when I read your story and it made me wail like a baby. That I had so much water from my tears and I actually swam in it…then suddenly I realised I should not be getting myself so DEPRESSED! On Christmas day….Next time how about just telling us a story about the significance of Christ and Christmas, on day like Christmas, so that we can all learn more about Christmas.
..And even the bible lets us know that there is time for everything in:
Ecclesiastes 3:1-8New International Version (NIV)
A Time for Everything
3 There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
Remain Blessed-Metu.Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year in advance.
same 2u!